Falling flat on the floor, grains and boards of hardwood laying vertically underneath the place where my head smacks the ground. Arms sprawled out to either side, hair spread in all directions. The action is non violent, but the pain in my back is. Feeling of all internal organs grasping at breath as the pain writhing up my spine becomes unbearable.
Laying, helpless, wanting badly for my back to crack to produce any type of relief, I look up at Anthony. I see dreads and feathers and a calm expression. I cannot tell if he actually even knows I exist. I cannot tell if we are actually in the same place at the same time, I only see him.
Colors of green, olive, brown, woodgrain.
I cannot see it but it feels as though my ankles are bound together.
My breath is deep and strained.
No panic, just pain. No stress, just desire for relief.